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"Catracho"

I’m here waiting to cross to the other side just for a better future for myself. I’m not married or anything, but maybe one day I will. So I want to find a good job and something stable so that I can give something better for my family.

Here these are… that is the same one with Natalia and here we are, this is the entrance of El Comedor. Yeah, that’s another guy from Honduras. Oh, this is another guy from Honduras. Also, the entrance to El Comedor.

Yeah, there’s a lot of pictures of me that I want to show you.

That’s because nobody wanted to take a picture, so I asked them to take pictures of me then. That’s with the other Catracho from Honduras.

Oh this is the picture that the other guy was asking where this picture that was taken. This is the close up of the face of the guy from Guatemala.

So how would he feel seeing himself here on this picture?

Well, I don’t know, he is not here anymore. He’s waiting. He’s thinking. Thinking about where to cross or whether he will stay here in Nogales or whether he will go back. Who knows what he is thinking?

That person is carrying all his belongings in that plastic bag… It feels bad, because that’s all you own. That’s all you have in this moment. Though, maybe if that bag was full of dollars then it would make a difference.

So there we are outside of the shelter, waiting for the van to come to climb up and bring us here [to El Comedor] for breakfast. That’s everybody who stayed at the shelter. They’re waiting for the van to come. Here that is a van, and we’re all climbing into the van and they’ll take us over to the Keno Initiative at the border.

So let’s see, what’s going to happen next? You got up and then you go where?

Oh this is still at the center. That’s the chapel where we can say thank you fo being alive and being here in Nogales. Everybody goes through the chapel and that is the place where we can just hang out and wait after we make the bed and pick up stuff. We wait in the chapel and then the van comes and picks up and brings us here to El Comedor for breakfast.

Oh this picture it is daylight already in the shelter, but they have not turned on the light and so you can’t see anything. It is all the people who slept there, and it is at the beginning of a new day. That is one more night at the border, thinking: Are we going to continue here? Are we going to go to another border town? What are we going to do?